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i got something you aren't ready to hear just yet. it comes in ash and that's the only way i know how to present it. my hands stay covered in midnight and you sleep through dawn. you sleep and sleep while               i lose track of time. has it been four hours now or eight? this lost longing. this familiar ache.                                       selective amnesia? yeah. yeah, that sounds about right. don't call it a "game," call it             "waiting patiently until the roof caves in. until we become something not you, not even i                                  can recognize."
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC
la luna
i got something you aren't ready to hear just yet. it comes in ash and that's the only way i know how to present it. my hands stay covered in midnight and you sleep through dawn. you sleep and sleep while               i lose track of time. has it been four hours now or eight? this lost longing. this familiar ache.                                       selective amnesia? yeah. yeah, that sounds about right. don't call it a "game," call it             "waiting patiently until the roof caves in. until we become something not you, not even i                                  can recognize."
i can't stop thinking about that time a few weeks ago when i said i missed you and you told me that "sometimes i feel the same."
#sad#love#luna#moon#midnight#waiting#patient#aching#sleeping#time
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC
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